Fever

-tulio:

Sorrow. It’s an emotion that the Spaniard seldom expressed. But he has felt it before nevertheless. And now he is showing it along with feeling what felt like a knife through his soul. Even in a public place, the tears were not held back. Staring at the floor crouched over, the tears dropped from the Spaniard’s sapphire eyes. His heart, his best friend, Miguel is in the operation room trying to be stabilized from his high fever. He has been ill since he got back from a morning class on the Portland campus of USM and both thought it may be just the flu that has been going around. Until Miguel had fainted on the floor then showed signs of labored breathing. He barely move, couldn’t speak and Tulio was thankful that the emergency truck was swift with bring the blonde to the ER and, surprisingly, they even let the Spaniard be in the truck with his boyfriend. Seems like the homophobia that plagued the hospitals for years had relented. The doctor even said that Tulio can even see Miguel once he show signs of recovery. But for now, Tulio must wait as the doctors work on the blonde and try to keep him from death’s door.

Tulio buried his face in the hat that a friend of his knitted for him and just wailed. Can careless he was in a public place. Miguel has to pull through. He has to…

Tulio… Tulio, please, help me. Where are you? I can’t hear you. I don’t feel good. Tulio, I can’t move. Please, help me.

His eyes began to quiver but he was unable to open even a squint . There was no way he could move now, staying within this hospital bed while nurses surrounding him. One checking his pulse and breathing, others helping hook up an IV to his arm. All he wanted was to be home, a cool bath with his amour and that was that. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to feel sick. He didn’t want to have to go through this, not again. With an immune system this terrible, the blonde usually got sick constantly like this. Not necessarily a good thing, but thanks to the help of the nurses and doctors they were able to bring down the high fever to a good 100 degrees. Still, it wasn’t the best feeling in the world to be in this kind of condition. NO one has fun when their bed rested, sick , and unable to properly move. Even when Miguel wanted to, all he was able to move was his hand, reaching out to whom he thought was Tulio. In due time though, the nurse took a hold of Miguel’s small hand and mumbles something. “You’ll be alright” she insisted, and set his hand back upon his stomach where it was. 

Miguel didn’t really make out the words she had just confronted, but from knowing that he wasn’t alone made his body relax. After a good half an hour, IV’s properly working and his arm bandage and poked at with needles, he began to fall asleep and dream of being alone. Something he fearin ed more than anything in the world.  Never in his life did he want to be in a lonely or secluded place. Miguel grew up to be a people person, and knowing that he was completely forgotten and alone in his dreams, was a mere nightmare to him. Where the world was corrupted, dark , and dead. While the fever was dying down, his nightmare was not.- Tulio… -He’d say softly at first. Looking around the alleyways, broken crates and barrels, corpses and unwanted material sprawled along the side of the road. Where was he? Where was this? Where was Tulio? Where was anybody. He began to hyperventilate now while within his dream he began running. Scared, alone, and unable to see directly what was in front of him.

TULIO?!  ~The man sat up in bed, and opened his eyes widely, only to find that one nurse had been startled by his sudden scream. The white contrast of his eyes began to focus as he made out what kind of room he was in. Who and what was standing beside him and what exactly was digging into his arm.  He’d heave and breathed heavily, putting a quivering hand to his head and pushing back strands out of his sweaty forehead. The nurse who was fixing the sheets stared at him softly and said. “There, there, you must of had a bad dream. Is that the man who is waiting outside for you? You are slightly better, do you want  to see him?” 

He didn’t even have to ask why he was in the hospital, cuffing a hand over his face he sighed and nodded~

Yes, please..  

→ Feb 23 2012 / PERMALINK

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